The travelers once again gazed upon that patch of yellow forest.
What met their eyes was a beautiful scene with golden leaves.
They looked toward one path, seeing it soaked in blood, with wild grass growing luxuriantly.
They looked toward countless paths, seeing shattered yellow leaves and bones strewn across the ground.
They saw countless versions of themselves standing among the trees, heads raised, watching the sparse rays of sunlight filtering through the mottled leaves.
Crunch, crunch—
They walked along countless, countless paths through the woods, leaving behind muddy, bloody footprints. Many paths collapsed as they walked, leaving only one straight road untouched by footprints.
It was also the most hidden and narrow path.
